[ Open ] Sweet Dreams Are Made of This

[universal_charm]

WHO: Jim Kirk & You
WHAT: Jim left a written request, and now awaits replies
WHEN: From Kingway 9 and on for a couple days, can be morning or evening (or another time if pre-arranged)
WHERE: The Skyhold Gardens
NOTES: Possible cursing, possibly discussion of death

His stomach twisted as he paced the pathways of the gardens, turning the silver band on his wrist over and over. A nervous habit, the need to fidget, but he couldn't stop it. He kept looking down, expecting to see something else there - the sleeve of a uniform, or the brush of a soft leather jacket. He could still feel those things on him, the sleekness of the cloth, their familiar weight. He wanted to reach up and strip them off, but they weren't there and they had never been. Had they?

He bit his lip sharply, nearly drawing blood as the gravel crunched beneath his boots. He shouldn't think on it to much, he told himself. Not until he had spoken with someone else, someone who might no more. Perhaps it was just something brought on by recent events, by the stress of a child's torture and death, by the stress of being an outsider and not belonging. Maybe his mind had simply supplied him with wishful imaginings when he was most vulnerable. And yet... and yet...

No. Stop. Wait until you could speak to someone and sort it out then. Drawing conclusions before you had all the data was one of the worst mistakes he could make, and he wasn't about to start now.

He just had to hope someone had answers.

Comments

[universal_charm]

He nodded. "A man named Krall attached my ship with a swarm of his own smaller ships. They literally tore her apart. I had to give the order to abandon her, and what remained crashed into the planet."

[youwonscience]

Cosima hesitates, unsure whether it would make it worse to ask, but ultimately: "...and your crew?"

[universal_charm]

"Some died. The rest were captured by Krall except for a handful," he shook his head. "I made it down to the planet and reunited with the handful that escaped, and with some extra help we got my crew back and out, at least."

[youwonscience]

Cosima worries at her thumbnail. "No wonder you're wrung out about it. Damn." It's a lot to take in. "I'm sure there's going to be no shortage of people who want to pick apart the implications for rifters but... that seems like something you should take time to work through, even if you hadn't gotten it in one big nighttime memory dump."